I leaned back contentedly against the supple leather of my Mercedes S-Class's driver's seat. The floral fragrance of the brunette hair bobbing up and down in my lap tickled my nose. I took a deep breath and kept a light pressure on the back of her neck. Jenny was a few years younger but a peer within my bank. She was a budding superstar. Her ability to suck cock had nothing to do with it. She earned her professional accolades on the merits. But we had worked on several projects together in the past five years and, despite being very happily married, enjoyed blowing off steam together sexually when stress...